So tru bro! Just like me amigo. I prefer the original on repeat... amazing how much he made out of this tiny peaces of samples . One of the most iconic Beats
@@kellyaguilar8687 dude it ain't. It's just underground now. Doesn't mean it's dead. You probably listen to Mainstream. There's some good ones if you look for it.
+cortez smith - Oh yeah, I know that. Thats why I stay true to underground, I don't follow any mainstream trends that don't make sense. I stay abstract and genuine, I don't listen to that new singing shit that people call rap nowadays, it's what people back in the days would call fake shit. I rap just like it's 1993, thats why I want you to check out my shit, it's just like you went in a time machine back to the days of *Real Hip Hop*
Verse 1: Big L] Yo, I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches Puttin' thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches I got a rep that make police jet, known to get a priest wet I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat Is Big L slow? Hell no! Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough; I'm known for yokin' Jacks And beatin' them with smokin' gats Leavin' token Blacks with broken backs and open caps So with that bullshit, step to the rear, son The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one 'Cause in a street brawl I strike men like lightnin' You seen what happened in my last fight, friend? Aight then I beat kids with lead pipes, I leave trails of dead mic's Where I'm from, niggas jewels get ran like red lights Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug-related And we live by the street rules that thugs created Clowns get smoked about a thousand folks Sellin' pounds of coke Front in this town and get a TEC stuck down your throat I'm tellin' you shit is about to get drastic soon I'm quick to blast a goon And break a mothafucker like a plastic spoon I got the looks that make your hottie stare I keep a shotty near It's that nigga with knotty hair who Gotti fear Tracks I'm known to roast until the microphone is ghost Props I own the most, I'm leavin' niggas comatose Front and get your brain pinched Big L will have your whole gang lynched I started smokin' dust and been insane since This rap shit was a great gift The other night some snake riffed, and got a hot lead facelift All through high school I had braids, I kept mad blades Stabbin' teachers to death that gave me bad grades I cook the mic like a beef steak, 'cause my technique's great And I'm the nigga police hate in each state 'Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper Punk brother vamper; fuck around You'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper Cops drop when my Glock makes a pow sound I'm from a wild town You know my style, clown, so bow down!
I cook the mike like a beef steak cause my techniques great and I'm the one police hate in each state. Top three all time beats to free style no doubt!
Im just here cause my name Felix too I feel the truth Those who tell the lies could never steel the truth Im holdin the Golden Microphone Despite the tone I recite the floww Right how it seems As A kid I had dreams of cars rollin my Micro Machines Now I roll up and burn right Doin 100 on the turnpike Or Im parked up chillin curbside Sayin I dont give a fuck lettin these birds fly Peepin shit out of my third Eye And I aint Woke I just awaken Cause a wise man is but a fool And These lames is faken Like shooke ones they just shaken Claim they spit flaims When They aint baking You aint Ocky (Muslim) nigga you ate bacon You claim vegan but you make steakemms You better stand your ground when the earthquake comes Boom ! I'm shot off the Richter A shot of the liquor And I gotta convince her Hotter than blisters Wild as a twister She like it rough thats why my cocks in your sister Bang ! N.J. All Day 💯
Big L and Jay Z freestyle~ [Verse 1: Big L] Yo, I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches Puttin' thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches I got a rep that make police jet, known to get a priest wet I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat Is Big L slow? Hell no! Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough; I'm known for yokin' Japs And beatin' them with smokin' gats Leavin' token Blacks with broken backs and open caps So with that bullshit, step to the rear, son The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one 'Cause in a street brawl I strike men like lightnin' You seen what happened in my last fight, friend? Aight then I beat kids with lead pipes, I leave trails of dead mic's Where I'm from, niggas jewels get ran like red lights Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug-related And we live by the street rules that thugs created Clowns get smoked about a thousand folks Sellin' pounds of coke Front in this town and get a TEC stuck down your throat I'm tellin' you shit is about to get drastic soon I'm quick to blast a goon And break a mothafucker like a plastic spoon I got the looks that make your hottie stare I keep a shotty near It's that nigga with notty hair who Gotti fear Tracks I'm known to roast until the microphone is ghost Props I own the most, I'm leavin' niggas comatose Front and get your brain pinched Big L will have your whole gang lynched I started smokin' dust and been insane since This rap shit was a great gift The other night some snake riffed, and got a hot lead facelift All through high school I had braids, I kept mad blades Stabbin' teachers to death that gave me bad grades I cook the mic like a beef steak, 'cause my technique's great And I'm the nigga police hate in each state 'Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper Punk brother vamper; fuck around You'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper Cops drop when my Glock makes a pow sound I'm from a wild town You know my style, clown, so bow down! [Interlude: Big L + Jay-Z] Word up (say what?) '95 style (yeah) I got my man Jay-Z here (Jay-Z!) Check it out now… Check it, check it, check it out now [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Brothers can beg and borrow, still feel sorrow When Jay Z, like Zorro, get in that ass, better luck tomorrow I'm too much, nigga, so never should you rush You need slow down or get yo' ass tore down Check it out, I'm too cocky, to stop me you gotta kill me And when I'm gone, you can still feel me, on the real, B The shit is eternal, I rock the heavens well Even if they won't let me in Heaven, I raise hell 'Til it's Heaven; recognize, the black cat with the nine lives Get up off me, nigga, it's bad luck to cross me I'm poppin' Crystal, shootin' game like missiles As projected, all hoes affected by this style I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldie But the goody, pullin' R&B bitches, wearin' hoodies They don't be knowin' the way I be flowin' When I be goin' I be runnin' the track like Jesse Owens I disrupt the natural scheme The way that you do things with a swing And have 'em rockin' like… You say never you run, if ever you come It's never you run so fast in your life to never have won Come on and ride the rhythm, I produce like jizm Just like the gods I start with knowledge And follow with wisdom For greater understandin', I'm landin' blows And knockin' sense into those that oppose me Enticin' when slicin' through tracks You're screamin': "Jesus Christ, he's back!" And God knows he can rap Me and L put rhythm on the map, so give him his dap And me, I just take mine Gimme those, gimme this, gimme that-fuck that! You never see me stressed, in a GS On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no less Jigga incredible, even my thoughts is federal Like kidnapping, extortion and corruption So you know, beatin' me will never come Like a nun or tomorrow; I'm too thorough, nigga I make moves, cause bowels to move When I'm creepin' through your way With a thousand little dudes Armed with a piece like Islam I make your eyes rise like yeast Surprise, I feel no fear when facing y'all Bet your lyrics jump off the track like racing cars Emcee's tryin' to be the best And even in dyin' couldn't be this def I see no reason to stop cheesin' Ever since L said, "Throw three G's in!" And we can get down and split the wealth That's when I found I could do it myself, I get up… [Interlude: Jay-Z + Big L] Yeah, word life (Big L, try that mic out!) Yeah, yeah, yeah (back to Big L) (Let's get it, back to Big L!) Yo, one two, one two, aight? I'll drop one more joint, aight, check it out I ain't do this in a while, check it out One two, one two, check it out One two, check it [Verse 3: Big L] Ayo, my crew be deliverin' hot lead when gats are clenched Rappers I jack and lynch; nobody can fuck with the way I be killin' them shits in rap events Big L is the nigga you expect To catch wreck on any cassette deck I'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet I'm feelin' like Billy Bathgate My rap style is past great I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake I probly got your mommy strung Niggas hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung My clan plans to get Giuliani hung Never had a gassed head, got loot 'cause I stash bread Try to tax and I'ma beat your faggot-ass half-dead I stomp white cops 'til they life stops, for a low price, hops 'Cause my blood is colder than an ice box On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war 'Cause my crew'll kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor And every time my MAC-11 bucks I'm killin' at least seven ducks I never was a follower of Reverend Butts The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such thing as Ms. Right So we can never be a couple, hun Fuck love! All I got for hoes is hard dick and bubble gum And clown MC's I be attackin' quick I'm on some rappin' shit and some car-jackin' shit I ran up on this nigga name Mac in a black Ac' And put the gat to his cap, click-clack Sorry, Jack, but get up out of that! My .38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate I can't wait to demonstrate this nickel plate He didn't listen to what I was speakin'; he started reachin' So I left him sleepin' with his temple leakin' [Interlude: Big L + Jay-Z] Aight, back to my man Jay-Z One time Check it out, uh [Verse 4: Jay-Z] As soon as I grab it, I eat it up like a savage And no I don't have it I get it together like a marriage I'm seekin' all rappers, I'm on my P's and Q's and carrots Y'all don't understand, well Goddamn, don't you know my status? I'm flowin' the fattest Mmm that is, mmm, I'm the baddest No need to explain, my name the only thing that matters For suckers who bite me, they find I'm a bit much to swallow You're thinkin' that's hollow The rhythm is too r-rugged to follow It hit you like bam, biggity bam, bam, biggity bam Let me take a little breath… goddamn The kid is a wizard I'm definitely destined to make eight digits Met up with L on the road to riches As soon as I step up, nah, whenever I'm in the Uh, whatever I touch, whatever I clutch You know I'm gonna end ya Uh, the nigga don't play, hey, the nigga don't play, hey Hahahhhh, here I come a-g-g-gain, run, up up up in Niggas are du-do-duckin', I'm bo-bo-buckin, fuck it I'm wild, but a boo boo boo bam What you niggas gonna do to the man? I see you brought your little crew… and? I'm still comin' with velocity Check it out, Jid-a, id-a, wid-I, zid-e, uh huh Ain't none of these clowns fuckin' around Ain't none of these clowns standin' their ground With the crown prince of the underground Sounds like I'm ready to catch wreck now The heats on sweat now Jay-Z's on, be gone to the next town Punk, jump up and get beat down Check it out, check it out, check it out Ladies be comin' out of their seats now Shit, I got crazy skills, it's a pity the way I'm rippin' Rugged rhythm through the city Like dunnanna dunnanna di-di-dun dun ditty I got rhythm, I hit 'em with rhythm, I Hit 'em and split 'em, I did 'em, I get rid of them guys J-A, baby, baby please, gimme G's Baby, baby, with crazy ease, watch Jay-Z get crazy G's
more heat bars get harder everytime I spit on the beat what? cause this shit is nice you think I'm a spit it light nah you ain't got flows but your clothes is tight My flow cold it'll remind you of a winters night My style's unique I crush the track with a punch when I grip the mic I'm like sand paper cause I'm fuckin' rough I'm sharper than a razor you'll get cut worse than a light saber bars hard like Darth vader you hate cause you can see I'm far greater each line I shine like I'm a star maker I ain't get my moment yet to prove that I can be the best always livin' with frustration and stress find it hard to even rest thoughts gon' black like I got a blind mind at times find it hard to focus smokin' potent got me thinking toxic potions I'm a rock this like the waves in the ocean this a hot verse I hope you brought your suntan lotion cause you gon' get burned up Don't mess with Stillmagic's emotions I'm the wrong person you want to be provokin' I'm not jokin' I'll split ya fuckin' head open alot of these rappers is dead hopeless trash songs like I even know their ghosts wrote it exploding with comotion I call that a deadly promotion Now you can see that I'm fuckin' focused ready to step on these cockroaches I'm the exterminator the terminator the annihilator the fire maker you just a bitch that's gon quire major I'm sick every bar hard like my dick I go extra large while you compinsate with your special car and a lot got where they got because of mum and dads credit card so don't question my heart cause mine sparks like Tony Stark can't fuck with the Iron Man I cook shit like I was in the kitchen with a frying pan and last thing you wanna do is rumble with the jungle cause you could run into a lion man are you crying man? get a grip before you get your lip split fuckin' dipshit I'm dope like a spliff lit you probably call a biscuit bisquit when you rap I hear nothing like lip sync even limp bisket go harder than what you spit so lame like how the fuck do these rappers even gain the fame nowadays? yeah I find it strange cause nothing they spit hot from the page the whole world has gon' insane lettin' them go platium with the songs they make I'm disgraced with the fans just like Cass I'm getting mad ready to spaz so many punchlines you'd think I was hittin' a heavy bag but keep it steady man
Glad you liked it man, just listen to a lot of punchline rappers like Cassidy and you'll write some crazy bars haha! check out my battle bars video on my channel. only got 2 videos at the moment and I'm really looking for support. appreciate that bro
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Legendary beat I can listen to forever
So tru bro! Just like me amigo. I prefer the original on repeat... amazing how much he made out of this tiny peaces of samples . One of the most iconic Beats
Golden Era
This beat is timeless will always B pure fuego 🔥 🔥
One of those beats make you think about childhood days
Pure fire 🔥🔥🔥
Ya for real,it happens all the time .
One Of The Greatest Instrumentals Ever!!!!🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Ya MoMA gotta different 🏣📯 position on the matter fact jax
In my crew this was the greatest instrumental of all time King
This beat is so ahead of its time, it's parents haven't met yet...
It'll also raise Hell... til it's Heaven :)
this beat is fire! rip to real hip hop...
+kman smith - No doubt, check out the underground tracks on my channel
Hip-hop isn't dead.
@@99thJediWarrior yes it is.
@@kellyaguilar8687 dude it ain't. It's just underground now. Doesn't mean it's dead. You probably listen to Mainstream. There's some good ones if you look for it.
@@NoShit-Sherlock I str8 be listening to ole school foo, ion listen to no new mumble gumble rap
big l freestyle was golden
+cortez smith yea rap today is not rap. it's just a beat with words that has no meaning.
+cortez smith - True shit, check out the underground tracks on my channel
G-TEE OK. By the way, the industry is trying to create a race of retardation
+cortez smith - Oh yeah, I know that. Thats why I stay true to underground, I don't follow any mainstream trends that don't make sense. I stay abstract and genuine, I don't listen to that new singing shit that people call rap nowadays, it's what people back in the days would call fake shit. I rap just like it's 1993, thats why I want you to check out my shit, it's just like you went in a time machine back to the days of *Real Hip Hop*
G-TEE salute bro. I'm tryna start making beats. I got a few on my channel, but they mostly old song remakes.
This instrumental is more famous then milkbone lol
AJD yes it is 😂😂😂
Cool he came out with it though.😎
AJD it ain't about fame niggas bring down everybody
AJD did more than you’ve probably done in your life though and hey at least this song is still popular
WOW! 😂 so true!
This is one of the illest freestyle beats ever, imo
Verse 1: Big L]
Yo, I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches
Puttin' thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet, known to get a priest wet
I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? Hell no!
Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough;
I'm known for yokin' Jacks
And beatin' them with smokin' gats
Leavin' token Blacks with broken backs and open caps
So with that bullshit, step to the rear, son
The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one
'Cause in a street brawl I strike men like lightnin'
You seen what happened in my last fight, friend? Aight then
I beat kids with lead pipes, I leave trails of dead mic's
Where I'm from, niggas jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug-related
And we live by the street rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked about a thousand folks
Sellin' pounds of coke
Front in this town and get a TEC stuck down your throat
I'm tellin' you shit is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon
And break a mothafucker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hottie stare
I keep a shotty near
It's that nigga with knotty hair who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm known to roast until the microphone is ghost
Props I own the most, I'm leavin' niggas comatose
Front and get your brain pinched
Big L will have your whole gang lynched
I started smokin' dust and been insane since
This rap shit was a great gift
The other night some snake riffed, and got a hot lead facelift
All through high school I had braids, I kept mad blades
Stabbin' teachers to death that gave me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef steak, 'cause my technique's great
And I'm the nigga police hate in each state
'Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper
Punk brother vamper; fuck around
You'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper
Cops drop when my Glock makes a pow sound
I'm from a wild town
You know my style, clown, so bow down!
I cook the mike like a beef steak cause my techniques great and I'm the one police hate in each state. Top three all time beats to free style no doubt!
Im just here cause my name Felix too
I feel the truth
Those who tell the lies
could never steel the truth
Im holdin the Golden Microphone
Despite the tone
I recite the floww
Right how it seems
As A kid I had dreams of cars
rollin my Micro Machines
Now I roll up and burn right
Doin 100 on the turnpike
Or Im parked up chillin curbside
Sayin I dont give a fuck
lettin these birds fly
Peepin shit out of my third Eye
And I aint Woke
I just awaken
Cause a wise man is but a fool
And These lames is faken
Like shooke ones they just shaken
Claim they spit flaims
When They aint baking
You aint Ocky (Muslim) nigga you ate bacon
You claim vegan but you make steakemms
You better stand your ground when the earthquake comes
Boom !
I'm shot off the Richter
A shot of the liquor
And
I gotta convince her
Hotter than blisters
Wild as a twister
She like it rough
thats why my cocks in your sister
Bang !
N.J. All Day 💯
THIS BEAT IS MODAFUCKIN PHENOMENAL...💯🎤
The 15 idiots that disliked this, please seek some help asap.
Home. Just Home. 1Love2AllWhoReallyFeelTheSame. Love You ! ! ! !
This producer also did Queen Latifa U.N.I.T.Y
Prolly where the idea for the horns came from frfr
Thanks mate
one of the hardest beats ever
The flow is smooth and swinging. Head bopping funky fire 🔥🔥
i wish i could listen to this beat for the first time again
1,2 00 th LIke . . . .
I just realise it's a l00p - aceheart202 U did G00D.
RIP MAMBA
Big L and Jay Z freestyle~
[Verse 1: Big L]
Yo, I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches
Puttin' thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches
I got a rep that make police jet, known to get a priest wet
I never beg for pussy like Keith Sweat
Is Big L slow? Hell no!
Bitches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough;
I'm known for yokin' Japs And beatin' them with smokin' gats
Leavin' token Blacks with broken backs and open caps
So with that bullshit, step to the rear, son
The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one
'Cause in a street brawl I strike men like lightnin'
You seen what happened in my last fight, friend? Aight then
I beat kids with lead pipes, I leave trails of dead mic's
Where I'm from, niggas jewels get ran like red lights
Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug-related
And we live by the street rules that thugs created
Clowns get smoked about a thousand folks
Sellin' pounds of coke
Front in this town and get a TEC stuck down your throat
I'm tellin' you shit is about to get drastic soon
I'm quick to blast a goon
And break a mothafucker like a plastic spoon
I got the looks that make your hottie stare
I keep a shotty near
It's that nigga with notty hair who Gotti fear
Tracks I'm known to roast until the microphone is ghost
Props I own the most, I'm leavin' niggas comatose
Front and get your brain pinched
Big L will have your whole gang lynched
I started smokin' dust and been insane since
This rap shit was a great gift
The other night some snake riffed, and got a hot lead facelift
All through high school I had braids, I kept mad blades
Stabbin' teachers to death that gave me bad grades
I cook the mic like a beef steak, 'cause my technique's great
And I'm the nigga police hate in each state
'Cause I'm the neighborhood lamper
Punk brother vamper; fuck around
You'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamper
Cops drop when my Glock makes a pow sound
I'm from a wild town
You know my style, clown, so bow down!
[Interlude: Big L + Jay-Z]
Word up (say what?)
'95 style (yeah)
I got my man Jay-Z here (Jay-Z!)
Check it out now…
Check it, check it, check it out now
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Brothers can beg and borrow, still feel sorrow
When Jay Z, like Zorro, get in that ass, better luck tomorrow
I'm too much, nigga, so never should you rush
You need slow down or get yo' ass tore down
Check it out, I'm too cocky, to stop me you gotta kill me
And when I'm gone, you can still feel me, on the real, B
The shit is eternal, I rock the heavens well
Even if they won't let me in Heaven, I raise hell
'Til it's Heaven; recognize, the black cat with the nine lives
Get up off me, nigga, it's bad luck to cross me
I'm poppin' Crystal, shootin' game like missiles
As projected, all hoes affected by this style
I mack like Goldie, go back like the oldie
But the goody, pullin' R&B bitches, wearin' hoodies
They don't be knowin' the way I be flowin'
When I be goin' I be runnin' the track like Jesse Owens
I disrupt the natural scheme
The way that you do things with a swing
And have 'em rockin' like…
You say never you run, if ever you come
It's never you run so fast in your life to never have won
Come on and ride the rhythm, I produce like jizm
Just like the gods I start with knowledge
And follow with wisdom
For greater understandin', I'm landin' blows
And knockin' sense into those that oppose me
Enticin' when slicin' through tracks
You're screamin': "Jesus Christ, he's back!"
And God knows he can rap
Me and L put rhythm on the map, so give him his dap
And me, I just take mine
Gimme those, gimme this, gimme that-fuck that!
You never see me stressed, in a GS
On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no less
Jigga incredible, even my thoughts is federal
Like kidnapping, extortion and corruption
So you know, beatin' me will never come
Like a nun or tomorrow; I'm too thorough, nigga
I make moves, cause bowels to move
When I'm creepin' through your way
With a thousand little dudes
Armed with a piece like Islam
I make your eyes rise like yeast
Surprise, I feel no fear when facing y'all
Bet your lyrics jump off the track like racing cars
Emcee's tryin' to be the best
And even in dyin' couldn't be this def
I see no reason to stop cheesin'
Ever since L said, "Throw three G's in!"
And we can get down and split the wealth
That's when I found I could do it myself, I get up…
[Interlude: Jay-Z + Big L]
Yeah, word life (Big L, try that mic out!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (back to Big L)
(Let's get it, back to Big L!)
Yo, one two, one two, aight?
I'll drop one more joint, aight, check it out
I ain't do this in a while, check it out
One two, one two, check it out
One two, check it
[Verse 3: Big L]
Ayo, my crew be deliverin' hot lead when gats are clenched
Rappers I jack and lynch; nobody can fuck with the way
I be killin' them shits in rap events
Big L is the nigga you expect
To catch wreck on any cassette deck
I'm so ahead of my time my parents haven't met yet
I'm feelin' like Billy Bathgate
My rap style is past great
I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake
I probly got your mommy strung
Niggas hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung
My clan plans to get Giuliani hung
Never had a gassed head, got loot 'cause I stash bread
Try to tax and I'ma beat your faggot-ass half-dead
I stomp white cops 'til they life stops, for a low price, hops
'Cause my blood is colder than an ice box
On 1-3-9 you don't want a block war
'Cause my crew'll kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floor
And every time my MAC-11 bucks
I'm killin' at least seven ducks
I never was a follower of Reverend Butts
The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fight
All chicks ain't shit, ain't no such thing as Ms. Right
So we can never be a couple, hun
Fuck love! All I got for hoes is hard dick and bubble gum
And clown MC's I be attackin' quick
I'm on some rappin' shit and some car-jackin' shit
I ran up on this nigga name Mac in a black Ac'
And put the gat to his cap, click-clack
Sorry, Jack, but get up out of that!
My .38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate
I can't wait to demonstrate this nickel plate
He didn't listen to what I was speakin'; he started reachin'
So I left him sleepin' with his temple leakin'
[Interlude: Big L + Jay-Z]
Aight, back to my man Jay-Z
One time
Check it out, uh
[Verse 4: Jay-Z]
As soon as I grab it, I eat it up like a savage
And no I don't have it
I get it together like a marriage
I'm seekin' all rappers, I'm on my P's and Q's and carrots
Y'all don't understand, well
Goddamn, don't you know my status?
I'm flowin' the fattest
Mmm that is, mmm, I'm the baddest
No need to explain, my name the only thing that matters
For suckers who bite me, they find I'm a bit much to swallow
You're thinkin' that's hollow
The rhythm is too r-rugged to follow
It hit you like bam, biggity bam, bam, biggity bam
Let me take a little breath… goddamn
The kid is a wizard
I'm definitely destined to make eight digits
Met up with L on the road to riches
As soon as I step up, nah, whenever I'm in the
Uh, whatever I touch, whatever I clutch
You know I'm gonna end ya
Uh, the nigga don't play, hey, the nigga don't play, hey
Hahahhhh, here I come a-g-g-gain, run, up up up in
Niggas are du-do-duckin', I'm bo-bo-buckin, fuck it
I'm wild, but a boo boo boo bam
What you niggas gonna do to the man?
I see you brought your little crew… and?
I'm still comin' with velocity
Check it out, Jid-a, id-a, wid-I, zid-e, uh huh
Ain't none of these clowns fuckin' around
Ain't none of these clowns standin' their ground
With the crown prince of the underground
Sounds like I'm ready to catch wreck now
The heats on sweat now
Jay-Z's on, be gone to the next town
Punk, jump up and get beat down
Check it out, check it out, check it out
Ladies be comin' out of their seats now
Shit, I got crazy skills, it's a pity the way I'm rippin'
Rugged rhythm through the city
Like dunnanna dunnanna di-di-dun dun ditty
I got rhythm, I hit 'em with rhythm, I
Hit 'em and split 'em, I did 'em, I get rid of them guys
J-A, baby, baby please, gimme G's
Baby, baby, with crazy ease, watch Jay-Z get crazy G's
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Let's get it poogie
Common rips it on this beat- hip hop at its finest
+gregory alphonse For realz so did Big L and Jay Z
Big L and Jay-Z
Quintessential N.Y Rap instrumental.
Perth amboy
“Alright Big L; pardon the technical difficulties”
when it is sped up it sounds so good
#Jersey
REAL BEATS ! NOT TODAY !
U gotta go overseas, search overseas.
Dude should've had more props! :( But that beat is soooo on point!
I always thought the title was 'Big L and Jay-Z Freestyle - instrumental'
This beat is straight fire like Becky Lynch. Real Hip Hop at its best.
Good to see a fellow wrestling fan that's in hip hop.
The Cena beat was made by Jake One so Cena gets props
Slow it down just a little
No.....Its perfect the way it is. 😎👌
Shouts elroy real life delboy type of cat so fkin sick he'd bring hell joy
#Amboy
+1
somebody know from where is the piano sample?
ruclips.net/video/u2lTctqUgZ0/видео.html
Melancholy mood
Logicccccccc😂.
Why did the copyright go to Logic in the description. Foh.
Right????!
more heat
bars get harder everytime I spit on the beat
what? cause this shit is nice you think I'm a spit it light
nah you ain't got flows but your clothes is tight
My flow cold it'll remind you of a winters night
My style's unique I crush the track with a punch when I grip the mic
I'm like sand paper cause I'm fuckin' rough I'm sharper than a razor you'll get cut worse than a light saber
bars hard like Darth vader you hate cause you can see I'm far greater
each line I shine like I'm a star maker
I ain't get my moment yet to prove that I can be the best
always livin' with frustration and stress find it hard to even rest
thoughts gon' black like I got a blind mind at times find it hard to focus
smokin' potent got me thinking toxic potions I'm a rock this like the waves in the ocean
this a hot verse I hope you brought your suntan lotion cause you gon' get burned up
Don't mess with Stillmagic's emotions I'm the wrong person you want to be provokin'
I'm not jokin' I'll split ya fuckin' head open
alot of these rappers is dead hopeless
trash songs like I even know their ghosts wrote it
exploding with comotion I call that a deadly promotion
Now you can see that I'm fuckin' focused ready to step on these cockroaches
I'm the exterminator the terminator the annihilator the fire maker you just a bitch that's gon quire major
I'm sick every bar hard like my dick I go extra large while you compinsate with your special car
and a lot got where they got because of mum and dads credit card
so don't question my heart cause mine sparks like Tony Stark
can't fuck with the Iron Man
I cook shit like I was in the kitchen with a frying pan
and last thing you wanna do is rumble with the jungle cause you could run into a lion man
are you crying man? get a grip before you get your lip split fuckin' dipshit
I'm dope like a spliff lit you probably call a biscuit bisquit
when you rap I hear nothing like lip sync
even limp bisket go harder than what you spit
so lame like how the fuck do these rappers even gain the fame nowadays?
yeah I find it strange cause nothing they spit hot from the page
the whole world has gon' insane lettin' them go platium with the songs they make
I'm disgraced with the fans just like Cass I'm getting mad ready to spaz
so many punchlines you'd think I was hittin' a heavy bag but keep it steady man
Stillmagic Stop lol
My bothering you?
Stillmagic teach me how to write bars like that man that's legendary
Glad you liked it man, just listen to a lot of punchline rappers like Cassidy and you'll write some crazy bars haha! check out my battle bars video on my channel. only got 2 videos at the moment and I'm really looking for support. appreciate that bro
Stillmagic stop please please, it's legit just cringey and just no please
Why do they have big l and Jay z it's not their song
They both did a freestyle session together in a radio station that blew up
@@bosco_sticks okay
logic went the hardest in my opinion
Gabriel Felix How to spot early signs of autism.
May I introduce you to a man named Big L?
Logic did well but it doesn't top Big L's freestyle w/ Jay Z 🔥🔥🔥
Smh.. of course you would think that
Gabriel Felix nah l did